Poems

Me?

3/6/18

These visions I see,
They may be of me.
If only I were bolder,
Stronger to shoulder

These words I am saying,
In these I'm praying
Never come to light.

Anger and depression,
Corralled by obsession.
Til what I see of them,
Becomes what I see of me.

This anxiousness that holds me,
This anger that condones me,
This upset in my being,
This can't be what I'm seeing..